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Z'Greel
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"I thought you said you weren't too big a fan of Azy?" Z'Greel asked with a grin, talking of his spider-mount. Before he had time to say much more, the Orc under him had almost charged forward, tossing him off.
Rogdush rushed over and took Annrielle's hand and looked at her with concerned eyes. "Well, I'm sorry then. Not my fault I don't get sick very easily." He placed his other hand on her shoulder, and leaned down to kiss her forehead gently. "I suppose I should carry you upstairs right away then?" He stroked her shoulder gently. Meanwhile, Z'Greel went outside and got his food off of Azy, before carrying it in again and locking the door. "I'm guessing no frogs or anything would make it any better?" The Lizardkin asked with a smile.
Rogdush rushed over and took Annrielle's hand and looked at her with concerned eyes. "Well, I'm sorry then. Not my fault I don't get sick very easily." He placed his other hand on her shoulder, and leaned down to kiss her forehead gently. "I suppose I should carry you upstairs right away then?" He stroked her shoulder gently. Meanwhile, Z'Greel went outside and got his food off of Azy, before carrying it in again and locking the door. "I'm guessing no frogs or anything would make it any better?" The Lizardkin asked with a smile.